作词 : James Obrien Washington
作曲 : James Obrien Washington
(Hey yea, hey yea, hey yea, yea yea, aye yea)
(DJ OB1)
She came around she asked where the racks at
.556 and it got kick back
I take your stuff you can't get it back
When I got older imma be a rich man
I got a big Glock on my hip
I got a .223 at your lip
Percocets make a body flip
Young co i did this off the rip
If you think we beef then you on your own, rocking Vlone
But i didn't come alone
Better cop you a feat you want me on your song
Boy you look up to me
Boy you is a clone
We smoking x0 right out the zip lock bag
Hating on me better get you a bag
All this money in my pants but I won't sag
Lets hit Neimans
And pop us a tag
(Hey yea, hey yea, hey yea, yea yea, aye yea)
I wasn't go do plug but I had to do it
She said that she like my music
Back then I was going through it
But im back now and im back in to it
Had to tell her to put her back into it
Hit the bank and im laughing to it
And I got a dream so ima pursue it
Clear soda put some act into it
(Hey yea, hey yea, hey yea, yea yea, aye yea)
(Hey yea, hey yea, hey yea, yea yea, aye yea)